Writer Wrong
Who are you to be upset,
It’s my business to be so angry
You sit and scold, belittle me
When it’s my hurt, my hate, my misery
You have no right, I’m not mad at you
It’s the world around me, not a word or two
My right, my fight, my battle to win
Just stop right there, I need you friend
So let me bitch, just let me moan
Like a rock in the hand, I will be thrown
Into the water, where I’ll leave my mark
Just remember my bite is worst than my bark
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